Poem: Self-Addressed Stamped Envelope

returnedWe returned to each other,

after a protracted absence of voluntary volubleness.

We picked up the thread where it had been dropped, enmeshed in other narratives.

The bicycle dance has not yet begun. The delectable debate over all that matters most

or least

will come. Maybe it has already begun

without us talking heads fully understanding

the song language of a courting finch,

desperate to make himself heard.

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